From a Cello

From a Cello

A Poem by Cora Windover

She struck up a familiar tune
Boldly on my heartstrings
The hands were different,
New and strange
She played in unfamiliar ways
But I recognized the prelude
And I knew what was to come
As the first chord sang out in time
I knew she was the one.
 
She pulled herself across me 
And it resonated deep
All this time,
Waiting
Watching
Talking in my sleep.
I needed her, I needed this,
Staccato to the beat
Rainlike pizzicato
Like we're dancing in the street.
 
She loves me, how she loves me,
I could feel it in her thighs
As she wrapped herself around me
As I heard the way she sighed.
 
She hesitated at the largo
Paused to turn the page
My heart ached for the loss of her
My strings quaked with the tune she played
It was slow next
Like a fine wine
I poured in all my lonely nights
Before her time.
She leaned into it,
Made me sob in unfamiliar ways
The rosin bit like I'd been hit
She pushed,
Pulled,
Played.
 
But I feared the allegretto
For I'd heard this tune before
This is where they faltered,
Growing tentative,
And unsure.
 
I prayed to gods of music that I'd never known.
Lend her strength, for me.
Let her know she's not alone.
 
She began
With a sixteenth note - 
Sprang off
To the wild winds
And I hoped.
 
Then she somehow dragged out music
From the bottom of my soul
Like it was nothing,
Like it'd all been done before.
Her knee pressed closer as she kept the beat
Her lips moved,
She concentrated on the rhythm of her feet.
And I sang at her direction
Oh how she knew me now!
Pushed at all the limits
That the music would allow.
 
But then she stopped abruptly
And I felt her sigh.
No, no no no please,
Just a little more,
Just one more try.
 
I was gasping from the fire in her fingers as she played,
Just one more time,
Just another tiny serenade
I'll convince her somehow.
I'll make her stay.
 
She set me down so gently
That she must have understood
I was helpless,
I was silent,
Watching as she stood.
"Not this one," I heard her say,
"Let's try another shop."
We were beautiful together,

So I thought. 

© 2009 Cora Windover


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